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lover-of-skellies · 3 years

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Mal meets herself

A little drabble I've had sitting in my notepad app for way too long, showing what would happen if Mal met a version of herself that was still very much one of the bad guys

Mal released a startled yelp as blue threads captured her wrists and whipped her aside, sending her crashing into a stone wall. Furrowing her brow bones, she blinked and stared at the threads; these... didn't belong to Error. Traces of his magic lingered in them, sure, but he wasn't the one who'd made them. Her gaze slowly lifted and began to follow the threads back to their source, and her sockets widened in shock and fear.

As a pair of crimson sockets gazed back at her, she let out a shaky breath; there was a deep purple bruise residing on the other skeletons face, her clothes were coated in a thin layer of dust, and her eye lights were blown wide in some sort of sick euphoria; she was gazing up at herself.

The clone stared back at her, evaluating her for a moment before snorting in mock amusement, "The hell is this?... Some kinda joke? There's no way a precious little house pet like you could be another version of me." Mal untangled her wrists and rose to her feet, ignoring the shooting pain in the back of her head, "Yeah?... At least I don't look like some kinda homicidal maniac." One of her duplicates sockets twitched and she grinned widely, "It's cute that you think you can insult me so easily. It'll take a lot more than that to hurt my feelings though, you stupid glitch."

Memories flickered in Mal's mind and her figure glitched, a look of heightened resolve settling on her face as she sighed; she'd really have to play that card here, wouldn't she? Taking a deep breath, she stared directly into her clone's sockets, "Why are you still doing all this? Being the bad guy, I mean. Nothing you could ever do will be enough to make Error happy with you. He'll never care about you. The only person he cares about is himself. Nightmare doesn't give a damn about you either. You're just another pawn. A toy he'll throw away as soon as you stop being useful."

The duplicate was silent, frozen in place for a moment, before her figure began to glitch wildly. Her grin dropped, fading into a scowl as she growled, her voice lower than anticipated, "...You... You BITCH. Don't start acting like you suddenly know everything!" More blue threads were produced, and they shot toward Mal, tearing through the fabric of her clothes and tangling around individual bones. Mal was lifted up off the ground, uncharacteristically calm as she spoke, "He doesn't love you. None of them do. If you give all this up, I'll take you to people who'll actually care for you and protect you, love you as you are... You have an amazing father that thinks about you all the time, who'd do anything for you. You know who I'm talking about, don't you?" The duplicate screamed, a ferocity behind her words that was laced with venom, "SHUT THE HELL UP. YOU'RE JUST SOME WEAK, NEEDY, ATTENTION WHORE. I'M BETTER THAN YOU. ERROR LIKES ME BECAUSE I'M EVERYTHING YOU WEREN'T."

Mal let out a shaky sigh as the blue threads began to tighten around her ribs and pull ever so slightly, "He likes you because you do what he says without hesitation. You follow orders, and you don't ever complain about being nothing more than a servant to him, do you? He only values you because you make his job easier. You're useful, that's all it is. And that bruise on your face... he hit you, didn't he?... That's not what love's supposed to be like."

Stomping one foot defiantly, the duplicate roared, "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP." Mal momentarily closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, a hand flew to her face, touching the edge of her socket and producing her own blue threads. Whipping her hand out toward the other her, the blue threads lashed out, pinning the clone to the wall behind her. As she was released from the threads that had held her, she sent out another wave of her strings, capturing the duplicate's soul and withdrawing it from her chest.

As Mal tugged it closer to herself and cradled it in her hands delicately, frowning as she observed it and noticing how deep each of the visible cracks was, her sockets began to water up at the realization that this could've been her, had she ran back to Error when Necro gave her the option to leave. She could've been so much more damaged, so much more aggressive and unstable, and so much more lost, consumed by denial and uncertainty.

She slowly lifted her gaze, looking to the clone again and speaking up slowly, "Hey... What do they call you, where you're from?" The clone narrowed her sockets at Mal, growling lowly in agitation, "Why do you wanna know? It's none of your goddamn business!" As the clone's figure began to glitch heavily, Mal let out a deep sigh, beginning to approach her duplicate. Watching her closely and hissing as she began fighting against the multitude of threads that held her in place, the captive glitch bared her teeth in hopes of discouraging Mal from getting any closer.

Ignoring the display before her, Mal hummed, very delicately pushing the others soul back into her chest, "...Suboptimal Abomination Number 406. Probably 406 for short, I'm guessing?" The other female skeleton froze, her narrowed sockets suddenly widening. For a fraction of a second, she appeared lost and unsure how to respond, but as soon as her uncertainty had arrived, it was gone, replaced with more irritation and spite, "Yeah? So what? Why's it matter so much to you what my name is? You have the exact same name, so it's not like you're anything special."

Mal shook her head, her expression softening the smallest bit, "You're wrong, actually. My name's different now." Struggling against her restraints again, 406 bitterly hissed, "Good for you. Too bad I don't give a shit though." Mal pressed on, ignoring the clear hostility in her words, "It's Mal now... That's my name. It was given to me by my uncle. I didn't know we were related at the time, and for a while, I took him and everything he did for me for granted." 406 growled again, "Hey, weren't you listening to me?! I just said I don't give a shit, so why the fuck are you still talking?!"

The glitch offered her counterpart a half hearted smile and shrugged, "I figured that maybe, just maybe, you'd like to know that you have a family you could return to. A loving father, two uncles that are pretty cool, and a bunch of others that'd love to call you their friend. For starters, Dream and Ink." Upon hearing the artist's name, 406 froze, her sockets widening. Her eye lights constricted into the smallest of pin pricks, and her body began to glitch wildly as she balled her hands into fists and roared, "LIKE HELL I'D EVER BE FRIENDS WITH THAT ASSHOLE."

Arching a brow bone and tilting her head, Mal hummed, her grin slowly beginning to widen, "Awe, c'mon, what's the matter? He'll only puke on you when you're nice to him the first time. The rest of the time, he's really not that bad." 406's sockets rapidly clouded with errors, and without a warning, she began to thrash and scream, a look of blind rage settling on her face. Mal's smile dropped and she sighed, deadpanning, "...Well so much for being casual and having a sense of humor."

And then the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching, accompanied by a second voice caught Mal's attention. It came as a loud, high pitched whine, nearly shrieking, "NOT MY MAMA! PLEASE DON'T HURT MY MAMA!"

Freezing in place as her eye lights quickly located the source of the voice, Mal's sockets widened in shock. Her chest began to feel heavy as she locked eyes with a small child whose body glitched heavily, a black, tar-like substance dripping down their face. A soul that glitched and resembled a bright crimson target floated outside their chest, perfectly centered, and they were clad in a pair of baggy shorts, a tank top, and a jacket much too big for them that had flecks of dust stuck to its fabric. That faded, familiar deep blue fabric, and that fur lined hood. Mal's eye lights constricted in fear as they trailed down from the child's face, noticing the black stain from liquid hate that had been smeared on the front of the jacket they wore.

Looking back to their face and meeting their gaze, only one of their sockets contained a small, white eye light. The way they clung to 406 and tried in vain to free her, wearing a thoroughly terrified expression, sent a pang of guilt straight to Mal's soul. She had no idea what to do now, and it was obvious. She needed to deal with 406, but now there was a kid here... And she couldn't risk scaring the poor thing any further.

#writing #it leaves off at a bit of an odd spot #but eh #I'm not too worried about it #undertale #undertale au #mal.exe #406.exe #necro sans #dream sans #ink sans #error sans #nightmare sans #bad sanses #killer sans #and the child here?#that's the kid that happened because 406 hooked up with Killer a handful of times #killer's the dad but he's not allowed near them

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secret-time-is-here · 4 years

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Open minds

Pairing: Error x Red ( @rarepair-cult, hope you enjoy all these rarepairs, having fun writing them :) )

Prompt: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out, I just… Didn’t expect that to happen.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out, I just… Didn’t expect that to happen.” The resident sans’ voice carried over to him, causing him to harshly flinch at the memory, body shivering more.

The phantom touch left flaring sparks of pain, simply remembering the warm hand touching him burned his cold bones.

“Here, let me… uh-” Something draped over his freezing and wounded body, rubbing against the cuts strewn about his bones, but granting feeling in his body once more.

The touch on his hand came again, but more muted, his phalanges covered by the long sleeves of the jacket. Slowly, warmth started to envelop him, and he was hugged.

“Would’a thought this would’a been too small for ya’, the jacket, guess I was wrong.” The sans that was supposed to hate him spoke, forcing his voice to be soft and calming. “How are you so skinny but tall? Makes me worry about your health.”

“...Probably b-because I don’t e-exactly have a-any health… or k-know what it means anymore.” His own voice glitched, his natural stutter mixing with his shivering.

The skeleton holding him quietly cursed.

“I’m going to take you back to the house, get you healed up, okay?”

Error looked up at the UnderFell sans, confused.

“You’re… helping me?” The glitch’s voice spoke, quiet but glitching. Their eyes met. The fell sans picked him up, worryingly so, despite the destroyer being near twice the sans’ height he did it effortlessly.

“Yeah even if you’re the destroyer… everyone has the reasons for what they do. I gotta protect my bro… but,” Red looked back up, “What they did, what Ink-” The error flinched harshly at the name, making the resident sans worry further. The sans starting to rub Error’s shoulder comfortingly as they walked, “...What he did is beyond reason.”

Error nodded, still trying to understand, closing his eyes and looking down.

“...You’re supposed to hate me.” He softly spoke, unable to say or think of anything else.

“I… Honestly never did. My universe has a bad reputation as it is, I couldn’ let them get hurt because I didn’t follow Ink. He’s already threatened to kill off all the Au’s and copies Nightmare’s gang belongs to. I don’t want to be a real example. No one does…

“But,” Error looked back up to the other sans, “I like to hope-as dumb as it sounds-that young and Nightmare’s group, and Nightmare himself, aren’t that bad. Maybe simply messed up in the head, or forced, you gotta have some reason for doing what you do.”

Surrendering to silence, they made it to the skeleton bro’s house. Error contemplating whether it was safe to tell red the truth or not.

“Stay here, I’m going to get some healing supplies and food.” Read explained, helping the destroyer sit down in his room, safe away from Boss’ sight.

Error quietly sat, still thinking. The least he could do while he was here was ask about Marcy, the chara of this universe. Nicknamed purposely close to mercy.

Maybe he could finish that doll for her too…

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Sometime later red walked back into his room, medkit and food in hand Error still lost in his thoughts and unaware to the UnderFell sans’ presence.

“...What? The hell?” Red said confusingly, Error nearly jumping, not expecting to suddenly hear someone. Dropping the nearly finished doll but his glasses thankfully staying on.

The error quick to open a portal and gather the supplies, about to throw them back into the antivoid, until Red stopped him.

“No don’t- you’re fine. I… just wasn’t expecting the destroyer of worlds to be able to create, let alone wear glasses. Wait- you shouldn’t even be moving this much-”

“I get injured all the time. It’s just a few broken bones.”

“You mean broken legs, arm, and ribcage? Even your hands are cracked! You literally have a gash through your socket!” Red yelled out, disturbed, unsure of how to deal with a skeleton that didn’t necessarily understand the concept of being injured or in pain.

Error tilted his head, still not sure of the sans’ point.

“So…?”

“Right, you… never stop fighting. Don’t even understand basic healing… don’t...” The resident sans started to mumbled, pacing back and forth, trying to figure out some way to help Error.

“...Would you like to know why?” Red paused, giving him a curious look, “Why I never stop fighting? Or, at least, seemingly so?”

“Seemingly? Alright glitch, you got my interest.”

Error took a deep breath, and then began to explain. The balances, why he and nightmare were so important, how the multiverse wasn’t infinite, how if he didn’t keep the numbers down it would devastate the multiverse. With a little pushing, he even talked about how Nightmare’s gang really is. How Blue wasn’t crazy, nor had Stockholm.

Blue spoke the truth, and no one listened.

“O-oh yeah!” Error smiled, “How’s Marcy- uh… Frisk?”

“You talk to them?”

“No, but I keep in touch with the Charas. Most of them are under my care, your Chara chose to stay here and keep an eye on your frisk though.”

“Keep an eye-?!”

“The Chara’s are the merciful one, Red.” The sans blinked at him, “The Frisks, and few swap Charas, have been using them as scapegoats, like how Dream blames Nightmare for a universe he left unattended go dark.”

“Oh... uh, sorry.”

“No need, you’re still learning.” Error softly smiled, hiding his odd eyes and yellow teeth.

“Uh.. would this be a bad time to say I’ve kinda… Admired you for a while now?” Red sheepishly confessed.

The destroyer’s eyes lit up like stars, and without a word he slowly pulled Red into a hug, the jacket still around him helping immensely.

“No, Its a perfect time.” Error nuzzled into the other’s collar, “I… like you to Red.”

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Red/Fell belongs to the Undertale community

#Undertale #my writing #Fanfic #Queue Wednesday #Queued post #BalanceVerse #(An AU on Ao3 that I really love)#(Great AU)#(I'll link the work at the bottom)#Error sans #Error #Underfell sans #Red #Error x Red #Red x Error

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cowtale-utau · 4 years

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How CowTale Came to Be

or How to Give Sans An Existential Crisis

(important-ish to note, Sans remembers resets in this. also this is hella long)

So as most of these stories go, it all starts when Frisk falls into the Underground. Everything proceeds as normal. Flowey is a jerk, Toriel is GoatMom™. Alphys loves anime. Mettaton wants to be a star. Sans is a hoodie and slipper wearing skeleton. Neutral runs happen. Chara asserts themselves and genocides happen. Frisk fights back and pacifist runs happen. Every time they make it past the barrier, Frisk resets before they can make it down the mountain.

Then things get... weird. Things go way off script. For the most part it seems normal, except some weird changes in dialogue. But then as the end grows closer, things change drastically. Chara and Asriel are... resurrected? They have their own bodies now, formed around their souls that came from somewhere. No one really understands where the souls came from or how the bodies formed. It just kinda, happened. Flowey becomes his own entity, carries pieces of Asriel, but is his own being. He doesn’t seem to have a soul, yet it kinda seems like he could? Another thing that makes no sense, and is a point of concern for Sans and Frisk. Its all so strange and wrong, but everyone seems happy about so what can or should they do but carry on? In one final pacifist run, the barrier is broken and they leave the mountain. But the world isn’t how Frisk remembers. Everything is so... old. Like a western from afternoon television. Frisk explains this to Sans, they’re scared and they don’t know what happened. After some back and forth, they agree that Frisk should do one more reset. See if maybe this was all a strange fluke.

It wasn’t. Everything happens again. Strange and off, and they emerge to the same strange off world. Frisk is the only one who really understands what they’re missing, and Sans understands things are off, but has no first hand experience. But the things they had in the Undergound don’t fit here. This seems more like what they had decades ago. So they go to Asgore and Toriel together and try to explain as best they can. They leave out the resets, or that their children should still be dead. But they tell them something in the process of saving everyone and breaking the barrier time went weird. They seem to have come out about 150 years back from when Frisk went in. Frisk studied this time in school, the Old West, so they aren’t completely clueless, but this is definitely not their time. It’s decided to tell everyone that the world isn’t what they expected but they’re going to do their best to make it work regardless. Monster kind is strangely accepting of the things missing, generally chalking it up to magic science weirdness and moving on.

So they settle. They build themselves a home around the mountain. Some choose to stay within it. Content now that they can come and go as they please. The first few humans they meet are not exactly kind, but not immediately hostile at least. The king and queen (separated still, but cooperating with one another for the good of monster kind) meet the local government. At first it seems like things will go bad, but then talk of gold happens. And the tone shifts. Monsters have gold? And a lot of it? Suddenly they’re talking to the nations government rather than just the local. And lines are set. The mountain and surrounding areas belong to the monsters. They’re welcome to venture out into the rest of the world, so long as the know that by doing so they take their lives into their own hands. You won’t be hunted by the government, and they’ll receive the same basic rights, but there will be no special protections. No one looking out for them. This is accepted as the best they’ll get. Things settle and it seems like life will be ok.

Then things get weird again. The core goes strange, and so does the machine in the basement. Readings become next to impossible to make sense of and power fluctuates wildly. And suddenly, there’s more of them. More monsters. Sort of? The same monsters? Just different. Again, something that shouldn’t be and makes no sense. Over the course of a year or so, they’d just occasionally pop up. No rhyme or reason. Base world Asgore and Toriel are called in to help sort out the mess, as alternate versions of everyone they knew start appearing. It isn’t consistent. One group might bring their human child, while another doesn’t. That bunch has a Grillby but no Muffet or vice versa. More royals? Why not, but apparently not all of them. The only ones who seem to come through every time are a given worlds Sans and Papyrus. Without fail, the skeletons show. The “base” versions of each monster was put in charge of “themselves”. Getting the assorted royals to work together took some time, but somehow they managed. Some monsters had an easier go of it then others, but being free and on the surface seemed to smooth a lot of ruffled feathers. It worked out. Sort of, and strangely. But it was working.

Sans feels like he’s losing his mind. There’s at least a dozen versions of him and his brother. The world is all wrong. Nothing makes sense. This isn’t even how that machine was supposed to work, right? He can’t be sure of anything anymore. All he knows is he has too damn many copies of himself to wrangle.

And then the weird ones show up. Dream isn’t too bad. The less said about Fresh the better. He’s grateful to have only passingly run into Error. “Enjoying the shit show” apparently, whatever that meant. He knows Nightmare was around at one point, but never actually came face to face with him. And then there was Ink.

Ink wasn’t so bad as a person, he supposed. A bit off, but tolerable. Yet another nuisance that could come and go as he pleased apparently. But he seemed like he meant no harm. When asked he just said “Checking on the creator’s work.” That one sentence was all it took to send a chill down Sans’ spine. When pushed Ink explained. They hadn’t ever really left their own verse, technically. It wasn’t some strange reset-caused time warp. They’d been copied over. Original Sans and the Original Underground all still existed in their original world. They were all just copies. Same for everyone else. Their own worlds went on just the same, with them still in them. Carrying on as they were meant to. Everyone here had just been, copy/pasted over, barring of course himself and the others who existed outside the worlds. Tossed into a world together and then “flavored”. Flavored “Old Wild West” apparently. Because they weren’t interesting enough on their own?

Why? And how? And what was the point?

As for how, well the multiverse theory always stated, an infinite number of possibilities. Why not this one?

But why?

Bullshit wish fulfillment.

That was why. That was the point.

“Such is the whim of the creator.”

It would take a long damn time for Sans to come to terms with this. He eventually broke and confided in his brother. Papyrus being Papyrus told Sans it didn’t matter. So what if they weren’t real to someone else. They were real to themselves. They were real to each other. This was there life. And could they know if anyone ever really had control. Any version of any person in any world. How can you ever be entirely certain your life is your own to live? Your choices your own to make? You just have to accept that you can’t know, and then choose to live anyway. Keep moving forward. Keep living your life. Because if you just quit, if you just give up, then you’ve truly lost yourself. Don’t worry about it. Just live.

So there you have it. The messy story of how one meddlesome creator wanted to make a world suited to their taste, and didn’t much care how or what the implications might mean. What does it matter? None of its real anyway right?

#CowTale #origin story #creation story #this got kiiinda philosophical #whoops #im so sorry sans #but not sorry enough #oof

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arts-n-anarchy · 4 years

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Any number for errorink?

Hi!

I want to apologize for having this ask sit in my inbox for about a week, I had a slump where I felt like I couldn’t bring myself to complete the prompt (I went a little overboard on it, it’s LONG).

I do want to say, however, that I am very happy with it! I tried some new things and I was a little unsure how they would turn out, but I read over it and I think it worked out well. This *may* not be my best work, but here ya go!

Error x Ink- You owe me. (80)

Word count: 1265

This was the nastiest fight that had broken out in the multiverse for some time.

It had started in Swapfell, and then made its way to the Omega Timeline. Core Frisk was forced to evacuate the AU and send the inhabitants to Outertale as a safe space.

The entrances to Outertale were chained and barred, and there was a bubble of magic cast on the area that were resistant to portals. They all fled to Asgore’s castle and packed themselves into the throne room to keep a roof over their heads if the worst were to come. The outcodes were shaking and friends hugged each other for dear life while a crash could be heard from several AUs away.

“Backing down, eh?” Nightmare taunted, echoing in the empty space. “We’re just getting started. Don’t tell me you’re tired now.”

Dream was kneeling on the ground several feet away from him, gritting his teeth. His skull was bruised and scraped, and the corner of his mouth trickled specks of golden blood. His arms were slashed and his legs were like jelly, rendering him powerless at the hands of his brother.

“I… I won’t give up that easily.” Dream’s body shook as he pushed himself off the ground, backing himself up so that he was standing next to Ink and Blue. They were equally hurt, with their clothes tattered and wounds bleeding. They breathed heavily, summoning Gaster Blasters out of thin air. They aimed for Nightmare and his band of henchmen behind him and fired.

Nightmare vanished and reappeared only inches away from the blast. He snickered and snapped his fingers, eagerly watching as a stampede of Sanses charged towards the trio.

Dream seized his staff and charged at Dust. He dodged a jab at his head with a knife and swung his leg at his feet, leaving his opponent on the ground. Horror was not too far behind, swinging his axe at Dream’s stomach. Dream hopped to the side and kicked him in the shoulder, knocking him over.

He turned to look at Blue, who was holding Killer off. He had narrowly missed getting his leg chopped off, and managed to grab Killer’s arm. He twisted sharply, and Killer shrieked in pain. He flopped onto the ground and Blue took the knife out of his hand.

Meanwhile, Ink was struggling to fend off Cross, miscalculating his dodges and underestimating the size of Cross’s knife. It was several feet long and the blade was twice as thick as a traditional kitchen knife. Cross was very skilled at using it, since he had used it to control his enemies by slashing through their soul. Second only to Nightmare, he was the most intimidating enemy to the stability of the multiverse.

Cross had pinned Ink to the ground with his feet on his legs and hovered his knife over Ink’s head. Ink was grabbing onto Cross’s arms, panting and sweating. Cross lifted his foot up and tried to slam it onto Ink’s shoulder in an attempt to disarm him, but he shuffled to the side at the last second. Cross huffed and held Ink down again.

Ink averted his attention to Dream and Blue, who were now being attacked by Nightmare. They were cutting off tendrils to no avail (since they could grow back) and were almost hoisted in the air. They were merely avoiding Nightmare’s blasts and their movements were slowing.

Broomy was a little more than an arm’s length away from Ink, some of the bristles ripped out and the tip breaking off. Keeping one eye on Cross, he stretched his arm out in an attempt to grab it. His fingers clawed at the ground mercilessly while Cross steadied himself. Cross raised his knife slightly and plunged the blade down onto Ink’s arm.

The blade met the bone and his ulna snapped inward under the pressure. He hissed and slipped his arm away before more damage could be done. Black ink spattered onto the ground and Ink snapped back to look at Cross. Ink was met with another blade swinging at him at full force, this time at his eye-sockets.

Ink flinched before the the knife hit his skull, so it slashed the edge of his jaw instead. The same black ink oozed out of the wound, and Ink’s eye-sockets flashed a dozen different shapes and colors.

It was then that Ink started to cough. Hard. His soul was slamming against his rib cage as black ink started to spew out of his mouth. He winced after every cough, unable to cry out or even breathe.

He kept coughing and coughing and coughing. A sliver of the paints had risen up to his throat and started to come out too. Rainbow ink spewed onto his scarf, and his eye sockets faded slightly.

Right before Cross took another swing at him, he was able to stifle his coughing fit. Ink tensed up every bone in his body and closed his eyes to prepare for the next debilitating blow.

A second passed. Nothing happened.

Two seconds passed. Still nothing.

He poked one eye open to see that Cross was gone.

How the heck did he leave so swiftly? Ink wondered. I probably didn’t hear him over Dream and Blue.

Oh my god! I completely forgot! Ink bolted up and looked to Dream and Blue. Nightmare no longer had his tendrils out, and he was kneeling on the floor.

“Fine. Have your victory.” He sneered, “But next time I’ll be prepared for your little glitchy friend to come out of your back pocket.” He snapped his fingers and all of the Bad Sanses teleported out of sight.

What glitchy fr— woah!

Ink’s arms were pulled up from the back of him and he was whipped through a portal that had formed.

The next moment he found himself in the Doodle Sphere. He didn’t know where he was at first, or even what day it was. His surroundings were spinning and his thoughts were incoherent. He took a minute or two to get himself up to speed and then turned to the person who had saved him.

It was none other than Error, and his hands were glitching uncontrollably. His face looked slightly worried, and his cheeks were a faint blue.

Ink was the first one to speak. “What… how…” He stammered for a couple of seconds until he got his thoughts in order. “Why?”

Error huffed. “I was gonna ask you something but I couldn’t find you anywhere. I heard Nightmare was in the Omega Timeline, so I…” he sighed heavily. “…I came there.”

“Did you fight Nightmare?”

Error nodded slightly. “We got into a fight the other day and I kinda wanted to get him back by not having the two wonderboys get beaten to a pulp.”

“And you fought Cross too?” Ink’s memory completely skipped over Error’s question because he was astonished that Error had actually done something to help him. He would have poked fun at Error a bit, but he was still lightheaded from almost dying.

“Yep. Saw you were on the brink of death, and he couldn’t look behind him.”

“W-why did you save me? You could have just left me to die.”

Error stammered for a couple seconds, turned his head away from Ink and pulled his face into his scarf. His body was glitching like crazy. He tightened his grip and slowly lifted his face up. He looked back at Ink.

“You owe me, asshole.” His cheeks returned to a faint blue color.

Ink chuckled. “Okay then, Glitchy. Whatever you say.”

#writing prompt #undertale #undertale aus #undertale fanfic #undertale fanfiction #error sans #ink sans #errorink #errorink fanfic #errorink fanfiction #error x ink fanfic #error x ink fanfiction #au sanses

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cherryblossom-nightscape · 4 years

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New voices!!! And descriptions of the others also an update!

Note: I will update this as more voices come and or go, edit: or now simply repost it

First descriptions:

Ink is annoying and talks cryptic, you can ask questions all you want he will never give a straight answer, likes to interrupt my posts or texts because it's fun , everything is a game, scared of pure white spaces, draw stuff, likes using ink free , annoying and doesn't like being ignored: fave quote; it's rude to talk about someone who's watching... Wouldn't you agree?~

Update: ink apparently has a "black mode" that can manipulate the real world (the hell) and makes people go into wired hours of pain uhhh yeah don't ask me cause I don't know, he's addicted to cookies he also dunks them in his tea or hot coco, sometimes the child of the group sometimes the most respected, he's a mystery I swear to- , also has a playlist on YouTube for his music he listens to while drawing or helping me with my fanfiction, so much better at typing than me

Shattered likes putting people down while also being nice and sweet , sings a lot, is very secretive but isn't as annoying as ink with it , uses Bradley hand bold and with brackets, fave quote: ( we are all meant to suffer!! )

Update: doesn't talk much unless it's teasing nightmare or something similar, apparently has a "back-up" whatever that is .., his fave song is shatter me, ugh his smiles when he's co fronting huts my face

Dream is nice and sweet, likes peace and sounds very soft and angelic , likes hot chocolate, can get hut easily under pressure, uses Bradley hand with ' , likes to sing with nightmare, also argues with nightmare sometimes, can't handle sad scenes in movies, fave quote; 'please don't fight'

Update: if you piss him off he will turn into the sass queen who don't take no shit from no one, drinks chamomile tea, likes Steven universe, probs has some sort of problem that I will totally help him with, him and Apollo have an unspoken respect for each other, doesn't always sing when he does tho Steven universe songs usually

Nightmare is irritable but responsible, reminds me to eat and sleep, likes singing with dream, tells others if they are being st****, Id****, other words of that variety, uses book script in all caps, fave quote; CAN WE GET SOME SLEEP NOW?

Edit: he is a total sweetheart when it comes to romance, got a girlfriend (don't ask), hates everyone unless you prove to be "decent" and is a tired dad drinking his pitch black coffee out of his #1 dad mug that killer got him , now preferress to use the star mug that his girlfriend got him

Blue is excited and happy , his laugh is adorable, he hasn't talked much, likes to defend ink , didn't know his name until today , I don't know much bout him, uses asterisks all caps , fave quote; * WE WANT TO PROTECT YOU*

Update: still don't know much , absolutely adores the star sanses theme song and Steven universe sometimes play acting like Steven, exercise gets him excited, everything gets him excited, hates puns for some reason, innocent and open baby

Error is silent but quipps sometimes, for some reason likes teasing ink , he talks in random lowercase and uppercase letters everywhere, usually silent and antisocial except around mum for some reason, helps my anxiety via shutdowns, don't know much about him either, fave quote; aNNnoYiNg SoULleSssS aSsHHhoLLe !!!

Update: he talks more frequently and sometimes when co fronting talks through me in a stuttering voice (that I can't do I mean I try but just can't ugh ) likes toys, is slightly scared of ink, hates people getting his name wrong, hates being touched like at all, fave song: amalgams rag doll and megalo strike back from meltberry

The Killer three are well three people in one group all have violent tendencies and call nightmare boss their names are:

horror, nice and mature out of the three, talks slowly, sleeps a lot so don't talk much and he talks with ! , Also usually comes when I'm hungry or whenever

there's Killer he talks in {, also too cheery and sometimes a bit of a fool, creepy cute, flirty, last time he tried to flirt with me uhh he got stabbed, he's well wierd, got nightmare a #1 dad mug and night isn't allowed to throw it away

{Orr nightys gonna get the stabby stab =)}

Dust talks with [ , he also is the bored and smartest one out of the three, and kinda just retorts killer, moody and an antisocial teen TM

fave quote; ![{ We are the killer three }]!

And Two new voices have appeared they are named Apollo and Artemis

Apollo is nice if not a flirt , guardian angel, likes talking in italics and Bradley hand sometimes with + , like dream but with flirt and sass , fave quote; what's the matter love? Don't remember your guardian angel?

Update: loves me a bit too much, pretty protective, uhhh still don't know more than that

Artemis is quiet and doesn't like to talk much if he does its to scold Apollo or to say hi , likes talking in bookhand script sometimes with ^, nice and shy , fave quote; ^ I guess I'm Artemis since I'm Apollo's opposite^

Update: will throw the shy act when talking about memes, very enthusiastic about memes, new fave quote; ^DO IT FOR DA MEMES!!!^

Red is strict and doesn't like being lazy , talks in an authoritarian voice, demands answers, apparently can ground ink, he made me vacuum the house cause it was dirty, not used to giving complements so his best one is good , talks in italic style Comic sans all caps with / , fave quote ; / INK YOU'RE GROUNDED!! /

Update: doesn't mind puns nothing else really

Ok that's them..and no I didn't name them they name themselves

Absolutely! I do hope you enjoy learning this about us

They hopefully do ink ... Um

'see you I hope you have a sweet day!'

AND YOU BETTER STAY SAFE

...bye!!

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shinrakirigaya · 7 years

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Hello this is my bio for gradient some of it is non canon for exple his story belongs to me and all but the baby drawing of gray is mine :3 The baby picher of ink holding gray belongs to @rainbowsixwolf Gradient Drama CQ Nick Name: Gray, Grad Combo of: Ink- @comyet and Error @loverofpiggies Creator: @askcomboclub ---Stats:--- HP: 36 ATK: 17 DEF: 16 ---Biographical informashion--- Species: skeleton Gender: Male Age: 14 Date of birth: March 5th Hight: 4'6" (so smol, but growing slowly) ----Family---- (tenicly cannon if you add logic) Dad: Error Mom: ink Sister: PaperJam Half Brother: Bluescreen Half Brother: Palette Half Brother: Van Half Brother: Splatter Half Brother: Strike ----about me---- (mix of non and cannon) Roommate: Flip Closes Friends: Serif, Karma Loves: Geno, Mafia Crush: Nightmare, Horror, Error Likes: Digital Art, Scenery Art, Architecture, Pixel Art, Astronomy Dislikes: Insults, Being Surrounded by a Large Group of Strangers, Vegetable Oil, Dream, Blue, panic and asma attacts Hobbies: Creating, Drawing, Sketching, Traveling through the Multiverse, Star Gazing, Doll Making ---favoret food--- (non cannon) What does he like to eat?: Gradient, because he has more Error in him than Ink, he can eat normal food but he particularly has a sweet tooth. Also, at times he will destroy something and devour it’s code. This method is good for him in case he is really injured and it would take a long time for him to heal. Though, because he was born in the anti-void, it’s not a necessity for him, its more of luxury. ---Profile--- (cannon) Personality He is shy and wary when you first meet him, due to him being mistaken as error many times. When you get to know him, though, he is snarky, sarcastic and a bit ornery. ---Appearance--- (cannon) Gradient has greyish purple boans, red puples, turquoise "tears", similar to error, and green teat. His fingers are like error's. He wears a black and blue jacket, long brown pants, tiger print shoes and glasses. He has a red jacket tied around his waist, which holds a paper pad and a pen. ---Attakes--- (non cannon) Power's: ShapeShifting, Error blaster's, bone attake. Specialty's: Creating, healing Power's and Glitched shield ----Official description---- (cannon) Gradient is a digital artist who is in a constant cycle of creating and destroying. He can't help but make art but then he feels the art he did is not good enough and destroys it not long after. Spends a lot of time in the combo club art room. Is very shy and wary of strangers but once you get to know him he can be raver snarky and sarcastic. ----My description---- (mine) Hi im gradient and this is my story When i was born error was still the destroyer and ink the creator heck back then fresh was they protector but that's besides the point. I was born as you would expect in the anti void and neither new the outside world or the love of a parent. Error tried to kill me when he found out called me a glitch and as for ink he tried to look after me but everytime he sore error in me he would snap its never safe when they were together so i hid under tables and beds. When i was 7 i almost had a family ink and error came together and tried to raise me but it didn't last. They were yelling and breaking things i tried to stop them but ink struck me for the first time i ran to my room and started crying. I remember a surge of magic run through me as i started to create my first and only portel the floor glitched and polled me though i remember seeing there sad and desperate faces as they tried to teach me but it was too late. I woke up in the bata void and stayed there in that white abyss of 10 years until error found me again. I watched from my screen error and ink create a new family relaxing me with paperjam so i was reluctant at first there was so much i didn't know until i found bluescreen He's my half brother on errors side his dad is blueberry now let me tell you me and blue screen meet them and was fanboying all over the place i mean come on there the originals the most strongest people in the multiverse they like celebrities not to mentchen we ship everything we see and crash god we're nerds though i guess its also has to have something to do with the fact we had near to 0 contact to the outside world are entire lives. Were like twins it's amazing i found him in the files and brought him with me i also have another half brother his name is pallet on inks side his dad is drem pallet is in love with are cusin goth who is the son of death and geno geno and fresh snd are uncles by the way on errors side and we love them but not as much as paperjam loves fresh. Paper Jam is my little bit bluescreens older brother he was born of ink and error he never had to prove himself to them and they traded him like a son on day one so i guess you can say i feel envy for him but i love him and will protect him to my last breath. ---Gradients Lalaby--- (mine) safe and sound we wait in silence with nothing but are ink, with No one there to harm or hurt us, is in silence that we think, though time mean not, ill wait for you to hold you closs agine, for now im free ill keep you safe, and stare at the stares agine... ---Gradients Story--- (mine) Prologue Nothing is what I see. Silence is what I hear. Numbness is what I feel. Trapped in this never ending void of white is where I stay, alone and afraid. And yet, I’ve never been safer. I’m a glitch you see, an ERroR A BeInG ThAt ShOuLdn’T EXIST! Or at least that’s what I’ve been told, heck my own mother thinks I’m a mistake, welts my father tried to kill me more times than I can count. I do not blame them though it is their nature to hate me after all. I guess I have to explain, my father is called Error or the destroyer, and he is the one that goes around destroying AUs or alternate universes and as expected where there is Destruction there is also Creation. That’s where mom comes in, his name is Ink and yes I know but Gray how do to mails have kids, and there is a good answer to that as well, . . . Magic. Anyways ink is the one that creates the au’s in order to keep the balance. They are the opposite of one another, yin and yang, good and evil, wells one destroys another Protects and like everyone in this situation, they hate each other and fight whenever they meet. It was these two that created me. Half Destroyer. Half Creator. I am nothing compared to them, should I chose to protect in the end there’s not much my kind can do… Ten years I’ve been stuck in this empty void with nothing but my ink, dolls and creators pen, I cannot leave nor can I call for help. . . after all I doubt anyone remembers that I ever existed for who could ever love a glitch. The Escape I sit on the floor of the Bata Voids staring into the empty space of white, all knowledge of the outside world has forever been lost two mw, excepted for two things. “My name is Gradient and this doll in my hand is Error, my dad and one day he will find me, but why do I know that?…” I close my eyes as I try to think, a faint memory comes to mine or perhaps just a dream for something this beautiful could never exist is a world of white, a place filled with glittering lights and the face of a man I long to see. It was his voids I remember most, a song he sang to help me sleep once, if I remember correctly I became ill and he never left my side, for some reason I always wanted to know why he bothered if I’m just another glitch to him. But it was in this action that gives me some hope of escaping this hell. After all no matter where I hid or tried to run away, he would always find me. I get up for a split second before collapsing to the floor agile, all feeling in my legs are gone. I stare blankly as the ink that I tipped in my moment of carelessness and watch as the pitch black liquid engulfs the pure white floor. Tears begin to fall down my face as I try everything in my power to stay sane, I close my eyes as I began to sing the very same lullaby that man used to sing all thoughts years ago. “Safe and sound we wait in silent with nothing but are ink. With no one there to harm or hurt us in silence that we think. Though time means not I’ll wait for you to hold you close again. For now I’m free I’ll keep you safe and stare at the stares again…” A memory comes to me as I stare at my glitches hands. My father holding me close as he cry’s into my shoulder, repeating the same words as I glitch into this white abyss. “I don’t know where you’ll be but, I promise, I will find you and when I do will stare at the stares again for all long as you wish, I’m so sorry my so-” I never did get to hear the end of what he was gone say next. I sigh as I pull out my creator’s pen to see the worlds I’ve been dreading for years. “Low battery, exactly the two worlds I didn’t want to see right now.” I close my eyes as a glitches portal opened up in front of me. It was at that moment I know I was finally free. Chapter Three Lost child It was a normal day when I first learned about him, you see my name is Geno or as some might know me as Aftertale sans I am originally from a genocide run so I get kinda triggered from certain comments. Anyways as I was saying it was like any other day, on this day I was visiting my brother error and his wife? Husband…. Ima says wife ya that sounds right so anyways I was visiting my brother at his house in the anti-void. Now you might be wondering, what's the anti-void, well it's like the void but white. Though seriously the anti-void is a big white endless space that error resided alone. Now a daze it's much more noisy. You see in the past error used to be known as the destroyer of the AUs but that was before he met ink, sure they fought a lot and tried to kill each other but know they're inseparable. Ink and error fell in love and like any love story they got married and had a kid named paper jam, I for one like Paperjam he's a cute kid though I find it weird how he has a crush on my brother who is his uncle and what makes it even weirder I think fresh likes him back. Shakes head. that’s off topic though, so as I was saying, I was visiting my brother when I found that photo. I was sitting on the sofa with error when ink asked me to grab an art book from the cupboard for him. So like any kind person I got up and went to the cuboid, but as I was getting the book I knocked over what seemed to be an old photo from. When I picked it up I knotted that the glass what cracked that must have happened in the fall. On closer inspection I knottiest it was a pitcher of error holding what I assume was paperjam. But there was something off about it, unlike paperjam this baby didn't have ink splat he also had box like blue markings on his gray bones unlike paperjam. This got me thinking that this must be someone else kid, so as the cuross and concerned older brother I decided to ask error about it. I closed the door of the cupboard and made my way to the sofa pitcher in hand as I poke errors cheek, Error turns and faces me with little annoyance. “Is there something you need geno?” he asked me in curiosity. “I was wondering if you knew who this baby is considering that you are in the pitcher.?” I handed the photo over to error and sit in wait for any reaction. Error looks at the photo amused by genos curiosity but the more he stares at it, the more his grin starts to fade. He looks at the photo with dread almost like he regretting something. I continue to watch him as he places a hand on the photo over the child face like he's trying to physically touch the child in the image. Curiosity takes over me as I asked him something I know he didn't want to here. “You do know this child right?” My eyes widen as error starts to cry holding the photo close to his chest. I pull him into a comforting hug, rubbing his back to calm him down. “Hay now it's OK, you don't need to tell me if you don't want to” Error shakes his head. “on its not right that you don't know him it's just we've kept this secret for so long…” “You can tell me anything brother, i'm here for you” I place a hand on his shoulder and give him an encouraging look. Error wipes the tears from his eyes as he stares at Geno. “The child in the photo… the reason I know him is that he is mine and inks child.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “you have another child with ink? Why did you never tell us and why did you need to keep it secret” Error looks down in sadness. “The reason we kept it secret is because I killed him…” I jump up in surprise and scream. “YOU DID WHAT TO HIM!!!” Error cried harder as he shakes. “i-it wasn't my fault, h-he just started glitching a-and then the next moment he was gone, I tried to find him believe me I did but ink… he didn't believe me I know he's alive out there I just need to find him I j-just DAMIT” “error pleases calm down this isn't good for you” Error hugs Geno. “Please big brother you have to find him m-maybe he's in the save screen i'll do anything just…. Bring him home” “i'll see what I can do…” Chapter 4 New Biggings ---Genos pov--- I have been searching everywhere and asking everyone i know if they have seen him, tho it was always the same… They iver didn't know who he was or didn't care because he was errors son. Eventually i tried to ask reaper to confirm if he was even alive and to my happiness he said yes, but then he went quiet. I asked him what was wrong and he told me not to go looking for that child because all he will bring is misfortune and death. I was horrified but not at the child but at reaper for trying to stop me from looking for my nefw. We fought and argued for days until he finally gave up and told me where he was but with a condition. If i bring that child back, then reaper and goth will leave. It was an almost impossible chose to make but i chose that child over my own family, so reaper took me to where the child lays. ---Gradients pov--- I flinch as i stare up at geno with broken gray eyes, he makes a move to come close but i scurry away as much as i can before collapsing again from lack of strength. After that he chose not to come closer instead he sat down and stared at me. I eventually build up the courage to speak and as my voice echoed in the white abuse i said. “who are you?” ---Geno pov--- I was shocked to see this child, he looked just like error but more pale and thin, it also looks like he hasn't slept in days. I move closer to pull him into a hug but he ran away almost like i was about to hurt him. I hesitated but sat down to try and make myself look smol and less threatening. It must of worked because moments later he spoke* “who are you?” “my name is geno, i'm your uncle” “u-uncle g-geno?” “yh that's right, you're safe now i'm gonna take you home.” I smile at the child in a comforting way as his eyes fill with hope and tears, then out of nowhere he hugs me in a accepting way and it was in that moment i know. I finally saved someone. ---Other Discripchion--- (not mine) Gradient is a teenager (14) and he tries to act older than he is(evident of his speech) but he HATES acting his age because he doesn’t wanna be seen as childish. He also has the unique ability that whenever he becomes extremely flustered/embarrassed, his form will start to bubble (much like a lava lamp) as his form starts to change from a solid to a liquid.When Gradient travels through the multiverse, like his father (Ink), he keeps an AU log. He likes to learn about the different AUs before his dad (Error) destroys them. When Gradient is with strangers, most often he might slip and act his age. However, when he’s with his friends or people that knows him, he will do his best to not act his age. Gradient doesn’t need to sleep (because he was born in the anti-void) but on certain occasions he will. Otherwise he rarely sleeps. When he does sleep he most of the time has nightmares Gradient has Haphephobia, like Error, he has a fear of touch. So strangers he ESPECIALLY hates touching him and even if you’re already one of his friends, he still doesn’t like to be touched but he will tolerate it. If Gradient were to receive a gift (and he has so we’ll use the MP3 Player for an example) he would selfish and NOT want to share. He would fear that it would be taken away and he would never get it back. (Kinda linking this to how Error was never around when he was a kid and he doesn’t want something precious, gift or parent, to slip through his fingers again. Plus he’s a teenager so its kinda natural for them to act selfishly here and there. Gradient has heard of AUs and timelines that have made it to the surface, but he has never encountered one before. He also is very naive. He’s not familiar at all with human things or the world above. (Ex: His friend Rip offered him cake once, and he didn’t know what cake was. He was asked if he owned a radio since he likes music but he didn’t know what a radio was) Gradient is also a pacifist. He does not like to fight. However, if the situation absolutely demands it, and if he is pushed over the edge just enough, he won’t hesitate to protect what he cares about. Even to this day, Gradient longs for Error to accept him as his son. He doesn’t hate him and he won’t ever be able to since that is his dad. Gradient doesn’t believe that someone can come to love him because he sees that he has so many problems that he doesn’t seem himself as a desirable catch. (His glitching, his eating habits, how he destroys his creations so willy nilly, etc) Gradient also has a fear of touching things that are nice or pretty because he feels that anything he touches could destroy at the slightest touch of his fingers. Gradient gets jealous of other people’s artwork and it may come to the point where he wishes to destroy their work. Gradient, despite being the eldest, still has a lot to learn about the world. He lived in the Anti-Void his whole life, so he knows nothing about Earth or any human or monster customs. He's very curious and not afraid to say what's on his mind at any given time: he loves to learn about the different AU's before Error destroys them, and keeps an AU log. He also has the unique ability that whenever he becomes extremely flustered/embarrassed, his body will start to bubble (much like a lava lamp) as his form starts to change from a solid to a liquid. Gradient loves to create, but is a perfectionist, dubbing his creations 'hideous' before promptly destroying them. ---Relashion ships--- Paperjam Paperjam is in the middle in terms of age, but definitely acts the most responsible. Gradient admires PJ's resolve and confidence in himself despite the odds being stacked against him. He tries to help PJ take care of Bluescreen and offer his support in times of need. They're very closely knit: Paperjam considers himself the protector of his brothers. Gradient is thankful to have PJ there. Bluescreen Bluescreen is the youngest of the three. Gradient likes to challenge him to contests and games to try and boost his confidence. He doesn't like seeing Blue lonely, as Gradi himself knows the feeling all too well. So he spends as much time as he can with Bluescreen, often asking him to help out with a project. Oftentimes their escapades get out of control, which ends in getting in trouble with Paperjam. Ink When Gradient was born, Error immediately rejected him, whereas Ink took him in. When nothing is too busy, Gradi likes to visit Ink in whatever part of the universe he happens to be in. They know all each others' ins and outs: they're very similar in personality. Ink likes to spend most of his free time with Gray, while Error fawns over Paperjam. Gray tries to include Bluescreen in as much as he can, which Ink deeply appreciates. Error Error hates Gradient with a burning passion, avoiding him as much as possible, and at one point even attacking him for visiting without permission. Gradi, on the other hand, wants Error's love and acceptance more than anything. He tries fruitlessly to prove himself. He wishes Error would love him, and is angered by the fact that he won't accept him. But despite that, Gradient still loves his dad, even if Error will always loathe him.

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oldscarredlove · 7 years

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AfterGone - Part 3/3

Part 1 - http://scarredlove.tumblr.com/post/158033060124/aftergone-part-13 Part 2 - http://scarredlove.tumblr.com/post/158033367624/aftergone-part-23 The Origins of AG

Swap > (Can’t remember) Fell > (Don’t know) Ink - @comyet Geno, Error > @loverofpiggies Mute > @sori4rt

—CONTINUE— According to Blueberry it’s been a lil over a month since I was first brought here to the Omega Timeline and believe me, it has been quite joyful. I enjoy hanging out with the other AUs and it’s funny to tease them, especially UnderFell since we tend to FIGHT a lot. They’d throw me a bone or I’d make one comment and then everyone stands back, at least it keeps me in shape.

Right now? I was drifting in and out of sleep one of the many love-seats, having one of my own now (or one I prefer to use at least). I’ve been sleeping a lot more, slowly trusting the others and losing the bags under my eyes, the nightmares have also been vanishing also or at least not been as terrifying as they used to be.

During my time here, I’ve gotten to know quite a bit of each AU whilst also gaining information from Blueberry. Turns out I’m the only Sans who has a claw instead of telekinesis like the rest, well, for now anyway. The main people I tend to speak more to, however, are probably UnderSwap Papyrus, Ink Sans and Mute Sans, each are quite unique to hang out with and I talk to them about different stuff.

With US Paps, we discuss my sister and my friends -and yes, it still is a touchy subject for me and I think it always will be.I do get emotional whilst talking about it, who wouldn’t? But it has kept me sane, lifting a weight off my shoulders which I never knew was there. Pap is the only one who truly knows about my AU, everyone else only knows that Chara killed everyone, they tricked me and killed themself to stop RESETS.

Ink makes me laugh, he’s been teaching me how to draw so I can put all my negativity and depression into something that isn’t self-loathing. I have to say I’m doing pretty good if I do say so myself although Ink is a master at art, welp, can’t control that. But when we’re not drawing, he talks about how he doesn’t have an AU like Error and Geno and how he’s kept himself sane. I look up to him for his humanity (although we’re the same height, heh).

Mute is a different case, since he doesn’t talk, Ink provided him with a pen and some paper, allowing him to communicate. It’s a slow conversation but I enjoy it, its rather peaceful to sit back and take a breather with a nice cup of either tea or ketchup. We talk about the other AUs and what ifs really, it’s kinda funny. CRASH I jolted up from my seat and scouted around, seeing SwapFell Sans and UnderSwap Pap in fighting stances with Blueberry looking upset. I groaned and rolled my eyes. This is getting ridiculous, I can already guess what was going on. Blueberry and Sourberry (yes, that’s his nickname) bumped into each other and Blueberry’s tacos had gotten all over Sour’s ‘battle body’, I could see the sause running down his armour and onto the floor with the rest.

I stood up and walked off, heading back to the corridor full of grey doors, to my AU. I basically spend half my time here in the Omega Timeline now, it keeps me from going mad and trust me, there have been several times when I’ve gone off the bend…

Thanks to a certain child… — I bet some of you are wondering:

“Hey, what’ja do with the souls?” “Hey, why haven’t you left the Underground?” Welp, first of all, I never left because I don’t deserve it, everyone’s dream was to go to the Human world and make peace and live among with them, I didn’t really care back then since I didn’t really care much about the humans in the first place. If we came up it was a 50-50 chance of making peace or another war would occur.

So now, with everyone dead and unable to come back when it’s now possible? I don’t think I should be allowed to go and live with them, besides, time has frozen down here so why should it be any different up there? This whole universe is basically dead now.

As for the souls… That’s much more complicated. During the…’incident’, the human and I found the souls. Since humans couldn’t absorb other human souls, they figured they’d destroy them instead rather than hand them to me. They were smarter than that because if I did have them? They’d either RESET or I’d kill them before they do anything. I would’ve been a god, or close enough to one. But there is one question I know you’re wanting to ask… “What happened to Chara’s soul?” …Fun fact: They’re still alive and kicking.

Just not in the way you think… —PAUSE— I shook the body of the human, screaming and begging them to RESET the timeline. To bring all the monsters back. To bring my friends back. My sister back.

After my voice had become a whisper and my movements became slow, I stopped and saw everything flash before my eyes, haunting me, taunting me. My thoughts only repeated one thing: what have I done?

I closed my eyes and covered my blood-coated hands over my jaw-hinges, trying to block out the image and sounds of the monsters, begging for their lives. Tears slithered and slipped over my cheekbones, my face hot from anger but my chest cold with sadness. I never should’ve gave the human what they wanted. I should’ve been more DETERMINED.

Instead I was weak. A coward.

I opened my eyes and gasped, falling off my knees and backing away in fear. The human I didn’t know, wearing blue, magenta and brown, their neck red with blood, was glowing.

I didn’t get what was going on until the light grew smaller and smaller, ending up being a circle in the middle of their chest. Their soul. A red heart came into view and floated up slowly, peacefully. I was shaking and I couldn’t stop. As soon as I saw the soul I had to make a quick decision: Capture it and lock it away somewhere or….

My movements however were quicker, I teleported to it and grabbed it, my own soul glowing weakly. I didn’t know what to do, I had the soul in my literal grip and all I could do was stare. I pulled the collar of my T-shirt lowere so my white, upside-down heart was in view and hesitantly brought it closer to my own soul, my skull sweaty with nervousness.

CRACK

I fell completely onto my back and screamed, louder then I ever had and thought that my own jaw was going to break off. It felt like my chest was burning, being scolded by the lava at Hotland. I couldn’t breathe and during my agony I couldn’t think clearly but I may or may not have screamed for my sister and everyone’s forgiveness.

The pain was something I deserved though, I’d killed everyone, believing it was for the best of everyone so the human would stop. I was wrong of course but I couldn’t turn back time. Then suddenly it all stopped, the pain quickly faded and left me gasping for air although I had no lungs like humans or some monsters.

My skull was wet with tears and sweat, my whole body was twitching and unsure if I should move, risking the chance of going through the pain again. I sat up slowly after what seemed like ten minutes, happy to discover the pain really was gone. Groaning with the achy feeling, I rubbed in between my eye-sockets and scratched my skull, yelping in pain.

What the…?

I ran my hand over the left side of my skull and felt it, a crack going around my entire head. I was unsure of why it was still in place and hadn’t fallen to the ground but I was glad it was still in it’s rightful position, I took a peak at my soul too and was again shocked.

It still had the shape of a regular monster soul but it was now red with a crack that looks similar to the one on my face on the left side of it. Tears rose up again but after closing my eyes for a minute, they were gone. I stood up and looked back at where I came from… deciding I needed to clean this whole place up from its filth.

I bet Papyrus would be proud of my cleaning. — It’s been a week or something since that dreadful day. I hated thinking about it but what else was there to do now? All I could do was pace the whole

UnderGround, watch replays and old videos of Mettaton’s shows, Alphys’ anime collection and read his manga or train with Undyne’s non-magical weapons. I felt awful to even touch any of that stuff but I might as well make myself suffer some more. Who am I without my guilt and hatred? I can’t even remember what I was like when I was cheerful anymore.

After a few episodes of the MTT Quiz Show, my soul started to beat rapidly and before I realised it, I was on the floor, curled into a ball of pain and struggling to breathe. I heard imaginary laughter, toying with me and my sanity, I knew who it belonged to and tried to see if the human was here, my eyes landed on a being but it wasn’t a human.

It was myself.

Their cheekbones were blushing pink, their eye-sockets completely soulless and had black tear-marks running down their face and their grin… It was the scariest thing I ever saw.

My reflection giggled and crouched down to me, I scrambled to sit up and moved away, hitting the wall with a bump, they laughed harder. “This is a great show! I never thought I’d see a more pathetic look of you Sans but you proved me wrong! Congrats!” They started to clap and winked at me, I growled in anger.

“Chara.”

“Heya par’ner! See, I do keep my promises, unlike a certain someone!” They stood straight and walked toward the window. “It’s so quiet down here, so boring.

“If it’s boring, why end it?”

“Because!” They glanced at me and winked again, “it’s hilarious to see you in such a state!” They walked up to me and knelt, I pressed against the wall as much as I could. “How did it feel Sans? Killing everyone you loved? Killing everyone who depended on you to get their revenge in the previous resets?”

Those words… They were the ones that made me go off the edge… I was going mad, all my guilt and shame was making me insane. I couldn’t live on like this, I just couldn’t. What was the point anymore? I had nothing left and my life has no meaning…

Using my weakest moment to their advantage, they fully possessed me, taking over my body for an entire…. month? I had no clue how long, it seemed live forever. They sliced down the trees of the forest, they destroyed every puzzle, they tore up all the plants, wrecked Hotland and the Core and made the castle crumble to the ground, the barrier vanishing from sight.

I couldn’t wake up, didn’t wanna, what could I do to stop them? They were stronger than me and I’d always fall for their tricks.. but then we came across the Graveyard, they took pleasure at looking over the reminders of all the monsters that were slain. Then they looked at Papyrus’ grave… and their own.

I felt them weaken, like some small part of them acknowledges the fact that they are no longer alive. They never were. They materialized my claw and were ready to slice this place to nothing but rubble and splinters. It was then when I woke up, somewhere in the back of my skull, I kept telling myself to stay alive.

That I had to be DETERMINED to defeat the human.

Stay determined to defeat the human… The one thing I never did…. It felt like I was drowning, the human’s hatred was as thick and black as tar. I struggled to escape, I had to protect Papyrus and everyone! Even if it’s only their graves, their spirits must live on!

“WhAT arE YoU DoInG?” No way was I ever letting them control me again! Not after everything that had happened. We split apart, both gasping for air and balance, when I looked back at them they were staring at me with daggers. I sensed magic in use so I made sure I was quicker than them. I summoned a Gaster Blaster

I only had to hit them once. —CONTINUE— From then one, they never came back, sure I’d have my moments of anxiety and what not but that day was one I could never forget. They’re now one with me, their soul and mine are now finally in sync,and that’s why I’m happy with deciding to come back to the Omega Timeline, because they help me stay in control of my emotions, not the human.

After going to Alphys’ Lab, I’d accidentally hit a button or something and turned on his old monitor that showed footage from the cameras. I ended up watching them and found out that they were never there, it was my own mind screwing with me, meaning I’d basically went on a rampage in my own despair.

Time makes fools out of us all.

I stopped in front of Papyrus’ grave and knelt down, lifting her scarf up and over her tombstone. Whilst turning around and going back to the grey door to the Omega Timeline, I slipped on the blood-red scarf and opened the door, taking in the scene one last time. As soon as I returned, Error stood there looking both annoyed and arrogant whilst Ink looked unsure.

“AG, are you sure you wanna do this? You can’t ever-”

“Shut up, she’s letting me do my thing! Don’t spoil it for me!” Error glared at Ink. I sighed. “I’m sure Ink, I’ve thought about this for a while and this is the best solution I can think of, staying in my AU is making me ill and not to mention that it’s basically dead already.”

He groaned out of frustration. “Fine…” he leaned toward me and whispered. “Hey, how’d you even persuade Error to do this for free?”

I giggled and placed a finger over my mouth. “I don’t know what you mean!” Error’s blue threads wrapped around the door to my world, I lost my smiled instantly and watched it all unfold before me. Error looked like a child at a sweet shop, taking pleasure at destroying things.

The door shattered at the pressure of his threads, leaving a blank wall behind, he immediately walked off with a grin on his face and humming something. Ink rolled his eyes and the both of us cleaned up the mess he’d left.

I had tears going down my face, but this time it was tears of joy. I was at peace, I was finally able to move on, I shall live on for everyone. For Papyrus. —GAME OVER—

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Hello, everyone~ This is LK here. Or Wayvern. Or Glass. Or whatever name you know me by. I’ve got a LOT of names, wow!

Anyways, I’m here with a very important and kinda sad announcement, so listen closely. Or read closely. Whichever! Anyways, you guys may have noticed my Undertale fanfic Triad hasn’t updated in, like, months. And my Pokemon comic Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Renegade’s Redemption hasn’t updated in, like, a year.

I am simultaneously immensely saddened and greatly enthused to inform you I will be cancelling Triad and continuing PMD:RR. Because Triad has the unfixable flaw of not containing the characters Morpheus the Darkrai and Selene the Cresselia, since it’s not a Pokemon story, while PMDRR IS, so that flaw can be very easily fixed.

I understand that a lot of you will probably be very upset over this! A bunch of you got attracted by just Undertale stuff. Which is a… very intriguing game, I shall indeed admit. For that reason, I will tell you all the things I intended to have happen during Triad, and its sequel, Myriad.

Ready? Here we go.

Where did we leave off? Oh, yes. Waterfall arc.

In the Inner section, some important stuff happens. It’s mooooooooooostly the same as the game? Only, of course, Asriel’s there. Oh, and we find out Asriel can’t actually use his magic anymore. Or, his flame magic. Instead he’s got Friendliness Pellets. Gosh golly gobsmackers, wonder why that could ever be? Asriel and the human decide to skip the Undyne hang-out, too, because they think Lost Souls are creepy. Wow, Azzie, you’re a hypocrite.

Pacifist arc, the human here FINALLY starts showing EMOTIONS thank god they are so stupid to write when they’re pretending to be a tough little stoic. They befriend Monster Kid because they can both empathize over how cool Undyne apparently is. Monster Kid tries helping the human in their fight against Undyne…

Unfortunately, though, they get murdered. This triggers some very important plot development in the human. Very important.

And in the Genocide one, welp, you can guess what happens. Lovely LOVE is accumulated, human continues transformation into ‘apathetic serial killer’, etc do we really need 5000+ words describing it when one sentence will suffice?

Now, Hotland is kinda interesting. We get the point of view of not the humans… But that fabulous flamboyant robot, METTATON. Mainly because 18+ chapters of writing one person’s thought process gets boring. It’s about TIME we switch things up a bit.

Oh, right, and the DENOUEMENT arc! Oh my god you guys had no idea how excited I was for this arc, because the name just perfectly perfectly describes it, it is the ONLY true name! Because you see a Denouement is the final part of a play, movie, or narrative in which the threads of the plot are drawn together and matters are explained or resolved, and also the climax of a chain of events where things are decided or made clear AND ALL THAT HAPPENS IT’S LIKE FATE

ANYWAYS ANYWAYS ANYWAYS get this!!! So for the first one, it’s Genocide boss battle. But I decided that just that is… welp, pretty odd? I mean, Flowey/Asriel is the boss in almost every fight, and then we have… that lazy bones. And yeah, toughest fight in the game yadda yadda, but jeez people we have a THEME here.

So I took some cues from that Possession AU thing and now it’s Sans AND Flowey fighting you. I fixed it!

The next part is, basically, the human in the Genocide run murders Asgore. It’s literally three sentences. I’m not sure why it’s its own chapter. In retrospect, that was a stupid idea.

Then it’s the human in the Pacifist run doing the Asgore fight. And then Photoshop Flowey. But the Pacifist human is an impatient little hypocrite and just murders the Souls and Flowey, because it never occurs to them to call out for help because they’re too prideful.

So we have the reveal for the Inner Timeline here, FINALLY. You people were totally right, Asriel won in the Pacifist Timeline!! Which explains why the friendliness pellets thing, and why the human isn’t the same one as the Pacifist Runner, and why Asriel doesn’t have a-- wait actually it explains nothing. Except maybe the Lost Souls. Huh. But that’s what’s happening so I guess that’s what we’re doing?

So this next chapter is… The entire True Pacifist Route. All of it. Not sure how the human figured it out, but whatever.

Oooooo, the next part things get INTERESTING~ Chara takes Frisk’s Soul-- wait a second who’re these ‘Chara’ and ‘Frisk’ people and why weren’t they mentioned before?

So after that… Photoshop Flowey reveals he is a separate entity from Asriel and OOOOOOOOO Inner Runner and Asriel SOUL MERGE to destroy him once and for all!

And the Inner and Pacifist Routes MERGE and Asriel is back and it’s a happy ending for everyone! And that’s Triad! And Myriad…

...Well, it seems like fluff at first, I trick you all into thinking it’s light and happy.

And then the murders begin…

First is… That heartbreaker Error Sans comes in and murders Sans and kidnaps Frisk. Oh me.

And then… Fatal Error comes in and kidnaps Asriel and harvests his code and leaves Asriel an empty shell. Oh my.

Toriel and Asgore team up to fend off Error… Only for Cross and Nightmare to drop in and murder them while they’re distracted. Oh dearie.

Undyne and Alphys accidentally summon Ink… They go off to fight Error and Cross and Nightmare…

Only Cross really dislikes Error so they start fighting instead and in the process the very fabric of reality is unraveled in dramatic and gory fashion. All currently in the IAD AU are caught by the destruction. Basically the only two in this fic who escape are Frisk and Fatal.

Frisk wanders around the Antivoid… Oh, yes, and eventually this drives them absolutely insane and they become my new OC, Error Frisk. We see plenty of Error Sans but I have never once seen an Error Frisk, about time we remedy that,

Then we seg into Illiad which is the final fic in that series, and it’s basically a war between Error Frisk and Core Frisk.

So that’s all! Thanks for reading Triad, you can stick around and see the spectacular Selene and her wonderful brother Morphy in PMDRR if you want a REAL stor--

LK: Selene, why are you on my computer.

Selene: ...Um.

LK: ...The frick is all this.

Selene: ...Good question?

LK: Why would I kill off everyone in my story? That’s silly. Death is too easy and fast an escape.

Selene: Well, it’s what you do in the Genocide Route for Triad! LK: That’s different. It’s a foregone conclusion that that gets reset. ...Wait a second. Are you jealous?

Selene: :P

LK: Okay, fine. I’ll get working on PMDRR again… Right after I finish Triad. I’ve got a lot of planning to do for Myriad, anyways…

Selene: ...Wait really? You’re not abandoning it?

LK: Heck no. You and Morpheus are my children. And that fic has one of my very few OTPs.

Selene: Eheheheheheheheh~

LK: Now get off my computer.

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